Media members were too busy last week putting salve on one another to note the very definition of “coincidence” with respect to a meeting between Barry Soetero and Eldrick Woods: both men go by names other than the ones given to them at birth and both have exploited their skin color. A definition of “irony” is that they were golfing together.
The tete a tete was a mother lode for a true journalist to point out they aren’t who they appear to be, to discuss what lurks behind their respective facades, how an idol-smooching press created their personae and catapulted each to unimaginable heights, and that they have taken Blacksploitation to an entirely new level. They both carry the American Express Plutonium Card and are not afraid to flash it because the media accepts it wherever they go. The major difference between them is Eldrick can play.
My associate unearthed Soetero’s paltry basketball statistics from his Hawaiian high school days which show he was a benchwarmer. Nonetheless, due to a never ending list of sycophantic enablers Barry continues perpetuating a myth that he was a stellar athlete. I’m sorry. An “athlete” doesn’t bounce a baseball from the mound to home plate, looking like he had been hit by lightning as a child. I intentionally avoided saying he threw like a girl, which would have been a great disservice to female athletes everywhere. I think it’s safer to say he threw like he belonged in the Special Olympics………..(his words, not mine). The recent photo-shopped picture of him shooting a rifle reflected the finesse of a Pilgrim shooting a blunderbuss, and the ad nauseam discussion about needing stitches in his mouth during a pickup basketball game is nothing but puffery. Or, he miraculously recovered from sutures faster than Hillary overcame a clot on the brain.
Eldrick achieved mythic status in part because he was a champion but arguably as much because he was considered a black champion, and he did nothing to dispel that perception despite the fact that he is one quarter Thai, one quarter Chinese, one eighth Dutch, and one eighth Native American, and he’s done nothing to challenge inner city children unless one considers a contribution as having his lackeys teach the appropriate golf grip during youth clinics. Barry’s no different, ignoring he is of Swiss, Welsh, Irish, French, and German extraction. To paraphrase Ricky Ricardo, “someone has some splainin’ to do.”
Certainly, Eldrick sponsors a couple charitable golf events, although “charity” for high income earners is synonymous with tax shelter. Barry doesn’t challenge the people he claims he represents to strive to become a Clarence Thomas, Condoleeza Rice, Dr.Benjamin Carter, or Mia Love, and instead lusts for frequent parties with Hollywood elites, has a chump like Samuel L. Jackson barking in his corner, and never seems to miss a party with Jay Z and Beyonce, which more closely defines the man behind the bogus image. He claims to be black but isn’t. He claims to be the guardian for underprivileged African Americans but has used that platform, instead, for personal and political leverage like a carny-man, and while he insists he has that unique constituency’s best interest at heart, he is merely luring them deeper into a web of dependency, very much like a drug dealer, or Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and Calypso Louie Farrakhan.
I remain an avid reader of medical literature and once was a representative for a prominent company which specialized in providing ongoing education and new clinical information to physicians, though I doubt anyone would allow me to perform brain surgery. I don’t know why, actually, because I have a lot of innovative ideas how it should be done, have watched extensive footage on The Learning Channel, and believe former East German, Russian, and Chinese medical teams have come up with more creative approaches than American physicians. So? C’mon. Somebody with a tumor or aneurysm or, better yet, someone with a blood clot on the brain——– give me a shot.
So while I might be able to use medical vernacular to some degree, it would soon become apparent that I was unqualified, a man who had read extensively about something but had limited comprehension, and that brings us to Mr. Soetero. His flamboyant rhetoric allows this neophytic imposter to hide as he pontificates about economics and swipes gratuitously at commerce and free enterprise, even though he has never worked at something as small as a shopping mall kiosk. He has no management experience, the flipside of which is that he has led a life free of responsibility. I mean, who else would go AWOL during a murderous assault on one of our embassies? Was it the fear of making a hot decision or is he simply reluctant to return fire on radical Islamic factions? The manifestation of these numerous shortcomings has led the country, alright————— to a reputation for international fecklessness, to rewarding dependence at the expense of achievement, and to devolutionary cultural and financial practices from which we might never recover.
He is a man who has read books and been plied and indoctrinated with foreign information but has not the wisdom or experience to understand what he has read or why historically it has been proven to be ineffective, nor can overwhelming evidence to the contrary dissuade his radicalism. 61 million voters saw through the rice paper last November but, unfortunately, 66 million were either too uniformed, unable to see behind the mask, functionally illiterate, so dependent on another financial fix that they couldn’t care less, or a combination of all.
If his attorney general is censured by Congress for contempt, no problem. If people are here illegally, no problem. If the leader of the senate does not submit a budget in four years, no problem. If the New Black Panthers intimidate voters outside a polling booth, no problem, nor is it a problem if they use modern media to solicit funds on an interstate basis for a bounty to kill George Zimmerman. Just look the other way. If caught in a lie, lie some more. If you are exposed for hypocrisy, yell louder. When it appears you ran in fear instead of taking decisive action in Benghazi, send out your UN Ambassador and Secretary of State to shill and prevaricate endlessly. And, if you don’t get your way, play the race card, for it is much easier to stir emotions of the uninformed than challenge them to finish their education and grow, instead of becoming another generational conscript.
It is the toxic mind of a dictator and quite literally a behavior that has now become pathological, yet he remains the prized pupil of dead tyrants from all parts of planet and a hero to the Left.
And he’s doing brain surgery on the country without so much as a manual or the benefit of anesthesia.
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